
Beyond the basement
By Chris Kenworthy

Beyond the basementJun 08, 2023

Are you overburdened?

Fake it 'til you make it

Mistakes and failing in improv

Where do you float between masculine and feminine?

Temporary chaos zones and stuffed kitchen drawers

No, coaches don't have it all sussed

Imperfect progress, imperfect “goals”
How do you prioritise the process over the outcome?
Fellow coach and friend Vix Anderton and I talk about imperfect action, reframing goals as something more inspiring, living your goals in the present and more.
In this short yet juicy conversation we shared laughter and joy on a topic that can sometimes leave us feeling like failures.
We covered: play and movement 🙃the power of asking why ❓embodying your goals 💛 and the importance of experimenting.
Watch on YouTube: youtu.be/AHPjhIzfIKg

Play it big

A singular cause of most misery: feeling bad for feeling bad

What you want, what you need. What's the difference?

Ever been judgey?

Follow your feet

Women who wa*k (fooling & improv)

Improv dairies: a weekend of fables, folk and fun

Are humans essentially selfish?

Let reality decide if an idea is good enough

What tragedy and loss taught me about emotions

Welcome everything (for improvisers)

Which celebrity would you want stroking your hair while you die?

On wintering

What’s under your onion skin(s)?

Who are(n't) you?

How change happens (smooth and painlessly)

Push the button

What's the worst thing you've ever eaten for a bet?

When the universe makes you an offer you can't refuse

An improv challenge idea for you...

Hopes to habits

How to human, day 2

How to human, day 1

The perils of speaking up (or not)

Annual reviews: f*ck 'em?

What's your story of doing?

A companion so companionable as solitude

Are you waiting for the 'right' way or right time?

Improv diaries: hivemind and groupthink

The shittiest job I ever had

Something's coming...

It's probably good enough

Holding lightly to what you've committed to

Improv diaries: Jesus approves

SLOW DOWN (you urgent so-and-so)

What's your body up to?

F%#k self-love!

What committing really means (maybe).

Improv diaries: day 4 at the Maydays retreat

Improv diaries: day 3 at the Maydays retreat

Improv diaries: day 2 at the Maydays retreat

Improv diaries: day 1 at the Maydays retreat

The universe doesn't get it wrong

Love: you GOT IT ALL WRONG!

Get shit done without killing yourself

Happy startup school summercamp - what I learned

What excites me about you

Creative destruction and the liminal void

Mummy & daddy still love you

Be.Do.Have

When you get around to what matters
I CAN'T DO IT ALL. CAN I HAVE SOME FUN PLZ? Productivity is a joke, but that's not to say we can't organise our time better. Here's what my dream told me about taking a joy-first approach and asking the right questions. This one's for anyone feeling overwhelmed with commitments, a mixture of apathy/frustration (on Mondays), and would generally prefer to get around to more of what you enjoy.
A handy list of questions to ask yourself when organising your time: https://wp.me/p1L8DU-4Bp

Pokes: a day of smashing ideas together on something quite exciting

You're not a factory. Newsflash.

What could have been "one of those days"

A taste of my own medicine: micro pokes, intuition and joylessness

Improv chronicles: the big showcase

Overdrawn from the emotional bank account

Live, high-stakes experiment in intuition and discernment

Improv chronicles: day two of intensive for beginners

More improv chronicles: back to basics

When something's missing in life, or doesn't feel quite right.

Shit haircut (a story of intuition gone wrong + some accidental racism)

When you don't trust yourself

The ART of being human

The improv-life experiment begins (or continues)

When you don't know what you want

Physically shitting it, with intelligence

Season 2 of me other podcast begins today

Allotment mourning
I'll miss planting in Spring. And the wildlife. The digging and manuring. I won't miss the veiled Brexity-racism, moaning, and petty politics. It wasn't the leftie utopia I'd hoped for. More like an extension of British gardens where we like to keep ourselves to ourselves.
Realisitically, the allotment isn't a priority any more, what with growing my coaching practice, a new dog and planning to move house. Proximity to nature, muddy fingers and the stench of compost is very much who I am, and to give up the allotment feels like a betrayal of that. But it's only temporary. I'm sure my green-fingered urges will resurface, probably when we get our own garden.
Good news is I left the plot in a better state then when I got it. I added a greenhouse, shed, raised beds and the soil is incredible, thanks to a veggie rich diet feeding the compost heaps. The new owner has taken it on as a retirement project, and she's lovely. I'm glad it's in good hands.
For now, I'm content to indulge the mourning, if that's what it is. The body's way of coming to terms with loss, perhaps. I think it's important to allow time to process thoughts and feelings. Maybe I need a ritual?

Love and chaos

The improv come-down (final day on retreat)

Peaking on improv (day two of retreat)

That's what we call it in the improv industry, darling

Gammon Scout master and the watch

The top 3 times I almost died (teenage edition)

Bees on the brain with Gaz

SPIBS: split personalities in business syndrome

Putting the feelers out for improv-minded folk

All is well with the world. Or is it? #AudioMo day 18

A chance encounter by a skip #AudioMo
Or perhaps my curiosity says more about me, and my kind of people.
Last week, I spotted a fun looking skip in Armley (a run-down, yet proud district of Leeds). So I paused to film a spoof advert for a friend ("What's that? No fires? BURN IT with Beesley's Skips!").
What happened next was the last thing I expected...
A hatted, bespectacled man walking a shaggy dog approached me, with a European accent. "Ah, you find this strange too?", he asked, smiling and pointing at the skip - a hideous layer cake of sofa, carpets and mattresses. He looked like someone from a Wes Anderson film.
A fat brown rat jumped out the skip, sized us up for a fight, then clearly throught better of it, idly wandering into the overgrown weeds.
I paused for a moment, ready to spin some yarn about art, and play down my perverse interest in discarded human treasure. Then I thought, f*ck it. So I told him about the spoof video. He laughed, then we spoke about how odd, wasteful and filthy humans can be. Common ground.
It soon transpired he was an economist. And in the space of five minutes we went from bins, to the role of social economics in Keynesian theory, Kate Raworth's doughnut, and the lunacy of austerity Britain.
Not your typical fayre, on Armley's notorious town street.
I suppose, by being my unashamed, curious, weirdo self, I learned a little more about something that matters to me. Maybe I made a new friend outside my usual circles. And perhaps he'll guest on my 'Pessimist's guide to a hopeful future' podcast, or open my mind to edgier economic thinking.
Coaches often drone on about putting yourself out there, authenticity and connection. Maybe this was that: a profound illustration there's no 'right' way to do things, only your way, the way you already do, naturally.
Or maybe I'm just a curious weirdo and other curious weirdos are my tribe. We love unusual dog turds.
What's the oddest thing you've ever done that led to an unexpected connection?

An audience with your inner critic

Friday Fireside with Happy Start School

You can't be serious?

What it's like being an Airbnb host

Society is antisocial? #AudioMo

Incestuous terrapins #AudioMo

Always a seagull without wings #AudioMo

Stuck on how? #AudioMo

Honk hog #AudioMo
Here's how to give your day a lift, completely for free. Or end it with crushing disappointment before it even began. Part of the #AudioMo experiment: https://audiomo.tumblr.com/

Lumpy porridge floor
What can a lumpy floor and self-levelling compound teach us about fear, control and change? More than you think, in a brief return to the basement for this episode. If you're a perfectionist or procrastinate from time to time, you'll identify with the cycle of fear, hesitance and imagination that's often the precursor to actually getting on with things. Maybe you'll learn a little bit about self-levelling floor compounds too.

Qui est la? (French special in the forest)
Join me for a petit sojourn into a French forest to convene with Sasquatch and our fear of the unknown. Immersed beneath the canopy and with darkness encroaching, I wonder if there's a time and a place for those uncomfortable feelings we get, when we don't know 'what's out there'? Just a theory. Let's find out...

Thunderstorms and beheading
I'm scared of thunder and lightening. There, I said it. Now, what next? When we're faced with fear, uncertainty and discomfort - where do we go from there? What's an appropriate response? Join me in the midst of an extreme climatic event for a scary story without a point (well, not one that comes immediately).

Down t' pit
After a funny couple of weeks, Chris clambours into a ditch to cheer himself up - in search of a disused mine. No coal to report, but irreverent insight abounds in this episode all about how every challenge is relative, and just as valid as any other. And if anyone who ever tells you to 'pull yourself together' or 'it could be worse', tell them to get lost - ideally down an long dark hole.

Herbicidal warfare
Ever notice things seem to happen in cycles - moods, motivation, action, rest and rumination? It's almost as if humans are part of some vast, natural, seasonal system where everything is influenced by everything else around it. Or am I talking complete tosh again. And is this just another aimless rant about the time my neighbour slaughtered a wildflower patch to store some bins? Listen to find out.
For more about what inspired this episode, read Jen Carrington's excellent article about intentional seasons.
And yes, I meant 'herbicidal' when I said 'insecticidal'. Oops.

The very serious incident of the subscribe form
Join me, on a voyage into unchartered territory - pushing the boundaries of technology and communication, on a quest to add a text box and a button to my website. Bear witness as this human being, like many others before him, takes the problem way too seriously, overcomplicates things, and loses all perspective on the situation. Time for a bit of space, maybe?

The tale of Bob and Decca
Two little urchins at an inner city college are about to tear strips out of each other, until a wise, kindly, yet grossly under-trained classroom assistant steps in and does very little. Crisis averted? Let's find out. Maybe we can squeeze something insightful out of this...

Rebuttal from Cabbage Hill
The last thing we need from lockdown is more podcasts by middle-aged white men; said some plonker on the Twitters I've never met, yet whose opinion I decided to heed. Isn't it funny how we let off-hand remarks like this (regardless of who made them) influence the course of our lives? That's the story behind this short public rebuttal. Yes, they're probably correct, but why do we, and should we ever pay attention to naysayers? I didn't, that's why you're listening to another podcast by a middle-aged white man.

Let's play the Phil Collins game
An old man speaks on BBC Radio 6Music. He sounds wrought, his cockney tones lacerated with vocal fry and weariness. He sounds familiar yet distant. A voice speaking of and from my past.
I recognise it, and all at once, Phil Collins becomes the harbinger of death. This jovial, pinball-headed drummer assumes the form of the human condition — mortality itself, squaring up to me, eyeball-to-eyeball, toe-to-toe, sizing me up for the fight of my life.
https://medium.com/@chris_kenworthy/lets-all-play-the-phil-collins-game-51e879872854

Walking the Wortley Curve
Welcome to the epicentre of creativity and self-destruction in West Yorkshire. A sheltered spot for private human indlugence, just a stone's throw from civilisation.